Mondays are usually reserved for hangovers and writing about a weekend bender. However, my niece and nephew were in town for their semi-annual stay with their Uncle Benny. I consumed no beer but we enjoyed ice cream for breakfast, visiting St. Louis landmarks and making up songs about poop.
A couple of funny stories from their visit…
Driving towards downtown to the City Museum, the kids were in the back waving at passing cars and trying to get 18-wheelers to honk their horns. As we got closer to the city (i.e. the hood), a Pontiac Grand Prix with 2 black male occupants (i.e. suspects) passed us. Seeing my niece wave, the passenger gave her the finger. She said she was getting out of the waving business.
Leaving downtown, I decided to take them to the root beer factory in U City and drove the side streets in lieu of the highway. About halfway there, my nephew asked why St. Louis looked like it had been in a war. I didn’t know how to answer the question without sounding racist so I pointed toward a funny sign and changed the subject.
Moving on…
Here’s a video from my golf tournament. Actually, Chuck H. emailed this to me. Please don’t try this at home. These guys were obviously crocked.
I stumbled across liquorsnob.com while surfing the internet last week. I found it while searching for rumors about President Bush drinking again. BetCRIS.com is actually taking bets on the rumors. “W” entering rehab is listed at 40-1.
If you don’t start drinking, I’m gonna leave.
Benny